Who gon' give 'em peace of mindThey can have piece of mineKnow they thinkin' I'm blindBut I just pay them no mindYeah I know they be lyin'They misquotin' my linesThey like "What you think you doin puttin hope in yo' rhymes?"You would think I'm shootin' folk or puttin' coke in my rhymesI just give 'em bass for free and push the dopest of linesBoy you trippin, I knowCr-Cr-Crae you slippin, I knowI done heard this all before just sit back enjoy the showYea, I know they gon' hate us,Type they blog up, debate usThey be fishin' for attention but don't know how to bait us,Keep that hate on hiatus,Big ups to my Creator,No big bang just a banger,So tell that DJ to bang it! Yea!

2nd Verse (Thi'sl):

It was 1999 when I switched up my mind,You ain't gotta like the flow, But you gon' respect my grind,I'm out here gettin' it for the king,and I ain't tryna shine,But they keep tryin' to throw me back, like they pressin' rewind

They say This' you so hood,All you spit is the trap,Still spittin them bars bout that dope,Like you still movin packsStill spit that Ka-Ka-Ka-Kawww,Like you still bangin' straps,Still rockin Polo and J's,Like you still gettin' racks

They say I'm hood,They say I'm guttaThey say I'm hood,They say I'm guttaI - I know - I know what they sayinI ain't worried bout it mayne,I just came to do my thang, going hard for the King! Yea!

Outro

Yea I know they gon' hate usBig ups to my Creator!

I know what they sayinI ain't worried bout it mayne,I just came to do my thang, going hard for the King!